His brown hair. His Night Black Bushy eyebrows. The smell of Alcohol on my clothes. The anger in his eyes was something unimaginable. A Burning Furey. The clothes on the floor of the shed along with the ability to move. At a loss for words. You try to speak but nothing comes out. Looking out to see his hand, his five finger slowly going up your leg. Speechless. All you can think about is the fire in his eyes. The anger in his heart. Finally you get the nerve to push away and go inside. The smell of the food cooking on the stove. What happened will never be forgotten. Your feelings may have been pushed down. Your souls might have been torn to shreds but my soul will never be broken. My life was trashed. But I’m a blender and destroyed but my will to live will not be broken. For I am a woman of power. A women with much to live for and a life worth living.